Brokedowns Done With Funk
Drive down deep enough where you can't hear any sound.
You locked yourself inside yourself and never came out.
Pulled yourself out of the ocean
Traded your finns and gills for feet.
At best you barely make through the motions
It's obvious upright isn't a perfect place to be.
Sink see what underneath the upper air is poisonous
The bottom is where you breath.
Sink you've seen what you can see
The land is full of famine and the bottoms where you feed
Slow death you're choking on the slow breath
Going over the moment you split for the land and abandoned the sea.
You can't have both you're just too broken
And we're tired of hoping you'll find the right place to be
Sink like a f..cking stone.
